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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.