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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.