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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.