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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Brick,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.