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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.