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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.