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 Eritrea 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.