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 Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.