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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.