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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.