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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.