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 Burundi and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.