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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Underground Resistance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Monks,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.