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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.