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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.