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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.