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 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.