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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.