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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Accadde A,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.