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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.