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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.