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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.