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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Slave,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.