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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.