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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.