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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.