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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Can,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.