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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.