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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 organ 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 Nas to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.