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 Jamaica 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.