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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.