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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 ABBA 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.