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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
MDC,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.