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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.