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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sound to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.