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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Niagra,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.