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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Organ,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.