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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.