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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.