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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.