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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Index,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.