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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.