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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.