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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.