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 Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.