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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.