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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.