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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.