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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.