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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.