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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.