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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.