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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.