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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.