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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.