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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.