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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.