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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.