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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.