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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.