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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.