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 Singapore and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.