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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Skarface,
UT,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.