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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Monks,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.