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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.