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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.