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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.