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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.