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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.