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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.