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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.