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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.