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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Scientists,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.