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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Mars,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.