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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Fear,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.