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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.