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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.