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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.