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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.