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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.