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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Technova,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.