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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.