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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.