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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.