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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Whodini,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.