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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.