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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Visage,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.