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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.