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 Belize and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
UT,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.