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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.