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 Canada 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.