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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
CMW,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.