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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.