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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.