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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.