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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.