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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.