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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.