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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.