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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.