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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
MC5,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
UT,
The Index,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.