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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.