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 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.