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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.