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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Human League,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.