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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.