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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 This Heat 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.