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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Index,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.