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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.