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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.