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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.