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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Visage,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.