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 Kiribati 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.