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 East Timor 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.