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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.