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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.