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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.