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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.