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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.