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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.