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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.