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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.