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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.