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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.