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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.