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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.