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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
UT,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.