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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Quantec,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.