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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.