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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.