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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Symarip,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
New Order,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.