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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.