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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.