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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.