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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.