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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.