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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.