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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Television,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.