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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.