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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Fear,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.