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 Japan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Black Moon 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.