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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.