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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Organ,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Smog,
X-101,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.