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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.