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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.