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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Index,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
UT,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
The Move,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.