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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.