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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.