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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.