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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.