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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.