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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.