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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.