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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.