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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.