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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.