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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.