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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
the Association,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.