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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.