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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.