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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.