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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.