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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.