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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.