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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.