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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Index,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.