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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.