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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.