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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.