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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.