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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.