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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.