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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.