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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.