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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.