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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Television,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Shoche,
AZ,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.