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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Monks,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.