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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Surgeon,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.