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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Index,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.