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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.