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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.