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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.