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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Ronan,
MC5,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.