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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.