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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.