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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.