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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.