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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Television,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.