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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.