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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.