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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.