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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.