Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.