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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Josef K,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.