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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.