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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.