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 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.