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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Nas,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
cv313,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.