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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.