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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.