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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.