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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.