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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.