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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.