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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
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.