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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.