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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Index,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.