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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.