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 Korea South and from London.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.