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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Man Parrish 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?
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.