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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.