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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Crime,
Erasure,
Nas,
New Order,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.