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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.