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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Monks,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.