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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Main Source,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.