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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.