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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.