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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Can 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.