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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Pylon,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.