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 Albania and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.