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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.