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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.