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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.