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 France and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.