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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Ten City,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.