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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.