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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.