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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Gong,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.