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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.