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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.