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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.