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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.