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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.