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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.