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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Index,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.