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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.