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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.