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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.