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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.