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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.