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 and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.