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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.