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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Monks,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.