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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.