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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.