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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.