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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.