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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.