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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.