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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
the Association,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.