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 Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.