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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.