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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.