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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.