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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 a-ha to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.