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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.