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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Inner City,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.