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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.