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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.