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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.