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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.