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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Kayak,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.