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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.