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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.