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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.