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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.