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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.