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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.