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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Brick,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.