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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.