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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.