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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.