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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.