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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.