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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Niagra,
The Motions,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.