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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Sound to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.