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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.