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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.