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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.