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 Oman and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.