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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
JFA,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.