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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.