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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.