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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.