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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.