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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Index,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Scientists,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.