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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.