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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.