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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
The Names,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.