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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.