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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.