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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.