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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.