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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Technova,
cv313,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.