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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
UT,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.