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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.