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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.