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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.