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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.