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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.