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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.