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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Magma,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.