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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.