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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.