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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.