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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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The Human League,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.