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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
the Slits,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.