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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.