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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.