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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.