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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.