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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.