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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
The Monks,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.