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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Sound to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Brick,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.