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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.