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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Swans,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Can,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.