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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.