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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.