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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.