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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.