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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.