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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.