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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.