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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.