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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Ten City,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.