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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
the Human League,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.