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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.