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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.