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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
CMW,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.