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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.