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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.