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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the disco 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.