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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.