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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.