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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.