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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Can,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.