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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.