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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.