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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.