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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.