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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.