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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Josef K,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.