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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.