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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.