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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.