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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Swans,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.