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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.