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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.