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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.