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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.