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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.