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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
the Human League,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.