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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.