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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Crime,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.