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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
JFA,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.