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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.