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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.