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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.