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 Zambia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.