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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.