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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.