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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.