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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.