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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.