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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.