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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.