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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.