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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.