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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.