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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.