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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Skriet,
Brick,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.