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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Supertramp,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.