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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.