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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Franke,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.