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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.