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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Main Source,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
UT,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.