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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.