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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.