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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.