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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.