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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.