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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.