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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.