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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Scion,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.