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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.