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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.