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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.