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 Kazakhstan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.