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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.