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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Whodini,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.