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 India and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
the Association,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.