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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.