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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.