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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.