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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Faust,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.