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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.