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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Index,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.