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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.