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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.