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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.