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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Techniques to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.