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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.