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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.