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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.