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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.