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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.