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 Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.