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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.