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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.