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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Television,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.