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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.