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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.