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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.