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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.