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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.