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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.