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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Roxette,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.