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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Brick,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.