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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.