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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.