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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.