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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.