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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Cluster,
The Fall,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.