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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
UT,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.