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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Nico,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Index,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.