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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.