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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.