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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.