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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.