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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.