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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.