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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.