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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls 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 jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Television,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.