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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.