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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.