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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.