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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.