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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Television,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.