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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.