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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.