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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.