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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.