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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.