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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.