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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.