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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.