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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.