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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.