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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.