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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.