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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Scion,
the Swans,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.