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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.