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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.