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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.