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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.