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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.