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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.