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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.