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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.