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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.