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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.