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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.