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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.