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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.