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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.