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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.