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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.