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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.