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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
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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.