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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.