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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.