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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.