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 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.