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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.