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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Can,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.