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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.