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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.