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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.