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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nico to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.