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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.