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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Wings,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.