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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.