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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
UT,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.