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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.