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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.