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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.