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 Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Franke,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.