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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.