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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Suicide,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.