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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Evens,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.