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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.