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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
New Order,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.