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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
the Association,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.