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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Wire,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Index,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.