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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.