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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.