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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.