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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.