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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.