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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Monks,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.