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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.