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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.