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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.