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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.