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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.