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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.