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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.