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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.