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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.