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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.