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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.