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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.